PrinzessDina

The sound of screams in my ears. Screams of terror and fear. The thick smell of death went hrough my nose when I breathed in. I could only move my eyes, so I looked around the room I was in. I saw white pillars all around me. It looked like... a grid. Was I in prison? Suddenly somebody bursted through the doors outside my prison cell. I couldnt make them out, though. Their bodys were blurred and only the outlines were clear. Others charged at them. Suddenly I got picked up by a female with a red mane and beige fur. She put me on her back and held me in place with her huge wings. She took one last look the the two holding back the attackers, t

Cold. So cold. I woke up to the cold, stinging wind pulling on me. My ice-crusted eyes opened, emitting small cracking noises. I felt around me. My hands brushed through white, soft powder, which was all around me. What is it called? Snow. I sat up, brushing the snow off my arms. My hands had a weird, numb feeling to them. I looked at them. A strange blue tone colored my body. Freezing. Was I... It was cold, so I definitely was freezing. I looked around. Trees surrounded me. Snow covered and frozen. The wind pulled on my hair. I needed to warm up. I stood up. Suddenly I felt nausea hitting me and I fell down again. "Ah!" My voice was barely

"Obsidian!!" I screamed. "Aventurine! Stay where you are!" I heard her voice through the sounds of battle. I shook the crushed remains of strawberries from my feet and readied my knifes. Homeworld Gems stormed at me left and right. To my demise, I could not spare one. I knew them. They would backstab everyone. I should know. I was one of them once. Me and my sister, Obsidian, were not gems. We were rocks. Born deep in the brown flesh of the planet earth. We lived in a small cave-system before the Homeworld Gems dug us out while expanding the kindergarden. They fooled us. We knew nothing of the world but our caves. They threw information at u

Chapter 1 – No believers, no help   It was a dark and stormy night. Adam sat in his room, listening to his favourite music. The wind howled outside and the raindrops splashed on his windows like little bombs. His black hair with the red stripe in it was hanging loosely infront of Adams eyes as he hung his head low. He wore his usual black shirt with a skull on it and blue jeans. He jerked his head up as his radio suddenly had a slight static which didn’t fit in the music which was playing. The static got louder until it completely replaced the music. Adam sat on his bed with wide open eyes, staring at his small radio. He tensed up